I can’t remember the last time I bought a pen. I mean, there are perfectly good ballpoints rolling around every time you have to pay for food at a restaurant, or check in to a hotel, or go anywhere, really. And if it writes finely enough (I’m a .3 to .5 girl) in black (keep your blue pens), I’ll probably check my periphery and slip it in my purse.
I’m not exactly proud of this tacky habit of mine, but considering I grew up in a household where my grandmother would pocket anything from napkins to sugar packets to handfuls of breath mints when leaving a restaurant, I figure I could have ended up much worse.
Feed the goats — I mean, kids.
Well, that’s one way to get a free meal.
This actually sounds really dangerous and irresponsible.
That’s not *really* how BOGO works…
I’m glad these guys have somehow managed to make their marriage work.
Sounds like a lot of work…
I suppose they can just catch up and chat once they get home.
The scrubs really get me.
Sounds like car-ma to me.
I would be embarrassed to have this woman in my friend group.
Talk about a positive attitude!
Penny-wise, pound-foolish, indeed.
OK, with all the research she did, this borders on impressive.
I didn’t realize you could split a fork…
This Petsmart employee has seen it all.
I didn’t know amounts this large were even written out on checks.
Because who wants to use their own toilet paper?
Yea, I wouldn’t keep this guy around my friend group much longer…
I don’t think this is what they meant when they invited them to a “potluck.”